I feel SO guilty!
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I was at a mate's house a few days after abdominal surgery. Her really nice Jack Russell came in to say hello, was excited to see me and ran towards me, jumping up to sit on my lap like he usually does.
Of course, he jumped up and was going to land smack on my operation site. If he landed, I'd probably be going back to hospital to be stitched up again.
Without thinking, I swiped the poor dog with the back of my hand in mid-air, sending the poor little dog flying back a few feet. Immediately afterwards, I felt mortified... but I genuinely don't know what else I could have done!
I felt like a very, very bad man. (His owners were there and understanding, thankfully!)
He looked a little surprised, turned around and looked at me with affectionate eyes and a look of puzzlement, as if to say "What did I do wrong?"
I still feel guilty and make a fuss of the poor little dog when I see him!
Of course, he jumped up and was going to land smack on my operation site. If he landed, I'd probably be going back to hospital to be stitched up again.
Without thinking, I swiped the poor dog with the back of my hand in mid-air, sending the poor little dog flying back a few feet. Immediately afterwards, I felt mortified... but I genuinely don't know what else I could have done!
I felt like a very, very bad man. (His owners were there and understanding, thankfully!)He looked a little surprised, turned around and looked at me with affectionate eyes and a look of puzzlement, as if to say "What did I do wrong?"
I still feel guilty and make a fuss of the poor little dog when I see him!
There's a couple I can think of, probably almost 20 years ago mind.
Sam was a tri-coloured border collie, typically bright and very lively. Loved playing chase, fetch, etc but difficult to fool when you'd feint to try and get him to run without a ball/stick/etc being thrown.
Anyway, first incident, I was throwing a bamboo cane in our garden, he'd bring it back, a bit of a game would ensue where he'd make it difficult for me to get the stick back off him, by dropping it just out of reach, then grabbing it and running off before I could get it
. Eventually though he'd let me have the stick and I'd throw it again.
Except on this occasion as he pelted across the garden after it, the cane landed end first and dug into the grass, leaving the trailing end about a foot off the ground, right at mouth height. Sam ran straight onto it, it splintered into his mouth and throat. There was a bit of yelping after that, and I never used a cane to throw again, although it didn't stop him wanting to play, even with blood running out of his mouth.
The other one I recall was on a family holiday in Scotland. We were beside a loch somewhere, and Sam, in his customary way, was in it, splashing about. I started heaving big boulders in, a bit like a Scotsman throwing the hammer (We'd just been to a gathering). Sam would swim after them, although I was being careful to throw left - right alternately, so he'd swim one way, I'd throw the next boulder the other way, etc, so they'd land no-where near him.
Trouble was, being a Border Collie, it didn't take him long to figure this one out, and he turned back mid swim, just as I launched a massive rock. Stupid mutt caught the bloody thing
. It wedged in his gob meaning he had to swim back to shore and then managed to drop it. It broke a couple of his canines off too. That stopped that game.
Sam was a tri-coloured border collie, typically bright and very lively. Loved playing chase, fetch, etc but difficult to fool when you'd feint to try and get him to run without a ball/stick/etc being thrown.
Anyway, first incident, I was throwing a bamboo cane in our garden, he'd bring it back, a bit of a game would ensue where he'd make it difficult for me to get the stick back off him, by dropping it just out of reach, then grabbing it and running off before I could get it
. Eventually though he'd let me have the stick and I'd throw it again.Except on this occasion as he pelted across the garden after it, the cane landed end first and dug into the grass, leaving the trailing end about a foot off the ground, right at mouth height. Sam ran straight onto it, it splintered into his mouth and throat. There was a bit of yelping after that, and I never used a cane to throw again, although it didn't stop him wanting to play, even with blood running out of his mouth.
The other one I recall was on a family holiday in Scotland. We were beside a loch somewhere, and Sam, in his customary way, was in it, splashing about. I started heaving big boulders in, a bit like a Scotsman throwing the hammer (We'd just been to a gathering). Sam would swim after them, although I was being careful to throw left - right alternately, so he'd swim one way, I'd throw the next boulder the other way, etc, so they'd land no-where near him.
Trouble was, being a Border Collie, it didn't take him long to figure this one out, and he turned back mid swim, just as I launched a massive rock. Stupid mutt caught the bloody thing
. It wedged in his gob meaning he had to swim back to shore and then managed to drop it. It broke a couple of his canines off too. That stopped that game.Luckily my dog's head appears to be made of concrete. She happily uses it to barge open doors and I've done the kicking a football right at her but it didn't seem to bother her, she just brought it back for another go. It always strikes me how fragile a lot of other dogs seem when I fuss them because I'm so used to ours being an apparent breeze block.
I've also stood on her a few times, particularly when she was little because she's always liked to walk between people's legs. I remember the first time was on one of her very first walks at about 12 weeks when she suddenly changed directions and I just caught her back paw. I feared a 70kg human standing on a 4kg puppy would surely mean a broken bone but she just yelped and that was that.
I've also stood on her a few times, particularly when she was little because she's always liked to walk between people's legs. I remember the first time was on one of her very first walks at about 12 weeks when she suddenly changed directions and I just caught her back paw. I feared a 70kg human standing on a 4kg puppy would surely mean a broken bone but she just yelped and that was that.
Super Slo Mo said:
Anyway, first incident, I was throwing a bamboo cane in our garden, he'd bring it back, a bit of a game would ensue where he'd make it difficult for me to get the stick back off him, by dropping it just out of reach, then grabbing it and running off before I could get it . Eventually though he'd let me have the stick and I'd throw it again.
Except on this occasion as he pelted across the garden after it, the cane landed end first and dug into the grass, leaving the trailing end about a foot off the ground, right at mouth height. Sam ran straight onto it, it splintered into his mouth and throat. There was a bit of yelping after that, and I never used a cane to throw again, although it didn't stop him wanting to play, even with blood running out of his mouth.
My friends dog wasn't so lucky and it impaled itself on a stick that was thrown. It peirced it's chest and punctured a lung and had to be put down . Eventually though he'd let me have the stick and I'd throw it again.Except on this occasion as he pelted across the garden after it, the cane landed end first and dug into the grass, leaving the trailing end about a foot off the ground, right at mouth height. Sam ran straight onto it, it splintered into his mouth and throat. There was a bit of yelping after that, and I never used a cane to throw again, although it didn't stop him wanting to play, even with blood running out of his mouth.
Please be careful with your pooches. On a lighter note, my in laws king charles cavalier spaniel is a lazy little blighter and loves to sleep under cushions on the sofa. I didn't know it was there and I sat full arse force down on the sofa and almost squashed the dog (I'm a powerfully built 18st loon and the dog is tiny). It still gives me evils when ever it sees me.
I threw what can only be described as half a tree for one of the GSD's at the weekend(she adores lumps of wood that are way too big for her), owing to the fact it was heavier than I thought it really didn't go far and struck her on her head and back, I ran over to her execting her to be hurt she just started chewing the hell out of the only bit she could get her mouth around, quite lucky really, had she been smaller I think it would've done real damage
I did get the 'what the f
k did you think you were doing' look she likes to give me when something goes badly
I did get the 'what the f
k did you think you were doing' look she likes to give me when something goes badlyRB Will said:
Dont feel guilty it all balances out. Many times I have accidentally hit mine with a tennis ball, stood on her etc but there are just as many times she has got me back by headbutting me, running into me, pounching at me square in the nads etc
Yeah, I've an inch long scar on my leg where my dog caught me with a canine as we collided during a game in the garden. That was 20 years ago.
Sorry, but it's how you say it. All matter-of-fact-like.I was about 16 and I was visiting a friend of a friends house, they had a small terrier of some sought, its was a crazy little thing and would tirelessly play for hours and hours.
Well I was throwing its favorite tennis ball around the garden, playing fetch as you do and I was getting tired so I thought I would throw this ball as far as I could to try and tire it out, took a run up and hoofed it down the land, towards a large trampoline.
This dog was quick, I mean REALLY quick, so it pettled it down the garden after this ball which had bounced in under this trampoline, the dog ran ran full speed into one of the metal legs which had a hinge in the center with a rather large not and bolt, said bolt punctured this dogs head right in the center on top.
There were yelps but the dog just brought the ball back to me as if nothing had happened, I grabbed the dog to inspect the damage, I damn near fainted when I saw the hole which was just a little smaller than a 5p coin.
Visited weeks later and the dag was fine!
Incredibly tough
(8 years on and I still feel horribly guilty for that)
Well I was throwing its favorite tennis ball around the garden, playing fetch as you do and I was getting tired so I thought I would throw this ball as far as I could to try and tire it out, took a run up and hoofed it down the land, towards a large trampoline.
This dog was quick, I mean REALLY quick, so it pettled it down the garden after this ball which had bounced in under this trampoline, the dog ran ran full speed into one of the metal legs which had a hinge in the center with a rather large not and bolt, said bolt punctured this dogs head right in the center on top.
There were yelps but the dog just brought the ball back to me as if nothing had happened, I grabbed the dog to inspect the damage, I damn near fainted when I saw the hole which was just a little smaller than a 5p coin.
Visited weeks later and the dag was fine!
Incredibly tough
(8 years on and I still feel horribly guilty for that)
Edited by wolfy1988 on Thursday 20th December 10:41
Me and mine are still keeping each other honest. Recently I have stood on her tail (by accident, didnt realise she had led down behind me) and she shot off leaving a tuft of fur under my foot and then while out on a walk I managed to clout her in the back of the head with a tennis ball after I buggered up the throw.
I semi tore a toe nail off playing football last week and dog keeps standing on my toe around the house just to remind me how much it hurts.
I semi tore a toe nail off playing football last week and dog keeps standing on my toe around the house just to remind me how much it hurts.
Many moons ago, in a bad mood. Standing at the top of the stairs shouting at one of the dogs to get off the bed and get downstairs.
She immediately bounces off the bed and at speed trys to make the right turn down the stairs. I raise my leg to block her and she decides to jump over it. She cleared my leg and most of the steps hitting the second from bottom step, she bounced accross the hall into the closed kitchen door.
My brain couldn't take it all in fast enough. By the time I reacted she had simply jumped up barked and had one of those mad dash around sessions before joining the other two in the basket.
Tough little sod... Very much missed,RIP.
She immediately bounces off the bed and at speed trys to make the right turn down the stairs. I raise my leg to block her and she decides to jump over it. She cleared my leg and most of the steps hitting the second from bottom step, she bounced accross the hall into the closed kitchen door.
My brain couldn't take it all in fast enough. By the time I reacted she had simply jumped up barked and had one of those mad dash around sessions before joining the other two in the basket.
Tough little sod... Very much missed,RIP.
Argh! I accidently kicked her yesterday... I went to stand on her ball, and she ran into my foot. It really wasn't hard at all, she didn't even sqeak but my boot was really muddy and it hit her in her eye. She was blinking and blinking so I grabbed her to have a look and she had some much mud in her eye. . Seemed okay after a minute, but still felt pretty bad about it!
. Seemed okay after a minute, but still felt pretty bad about it!balders118 said:
Argh! I accidently kicked her yesterday... I went to stand on her ball, and she ran into my foot. It really wasn't hard at all, she didn't even sqeak but my boot was really muddy and it hit her in her eye. She was blinking and blinking so I grabbed her to have a look and she had some much mud in her eye. . Seemed okay after a minute, but still felt pretty bad about it!
I know how you feel. On more than one occasion I have kicked Jimmy in the chin/ face whilst trying to kick a ball for him. I felt terrible esp as he gave me a wide eyed look as if to say 'what did you do that for!?. Seemed okay after a minute, but still felt pretty bad about it!
I once kicked my dog full force in the chin as I jumped over something and he was too close behind me.. I once bumped heads with him, to the point I saw stars.. Also didn't realise he was sitting with his tail in the fire, and sat wondering what the funny smell was (was luckily only singed fur from the ridiculously fluffy tail.. all incidents he didn't bat an eyelid, and with the collisions, I came off worse.. don't think he even noticed in the slightest!
Also felt horribly bad once when I threw a tennis ball for a dog, without taking into account the retractable lead may not be as long as I assumed.. he chased after the ball at top speed and all I could do was try and run after him to lessen the blow when he got to the end of the lead.. again, I felt so so bad about it, but he didn't notice either.. Very resilient creatures are dogs, and they don't seem to hold grudges, or make the mental connections between things that we would!! (thank god!)
Also felt horribly bad once when I threw a tennis ball for a dog, without taking into account the retractable lead may not be as long as I assumed.. he chased after the ball at top speed and all I could do was try and run after him to lessen the blow when he got to the end of the lead.. again, I felt so so bad about it, but he didn't notice either.. Very resilient creatures are dogs, and they don't seem to hold grudges, or make the mental connections between things that we would!! (thank god!)
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